Naked as the day of my birth, I lay upon the floor
coverless and chill, eyes fluttering, closed, yet aware...
inwardly I stare, counting chest rises, in despair.
My fear of onward life is more than I can ignore.
Outside, a fluttering of wings seeking to explore,
the haunting howl of wolf, whose mating call taunts, beware,
both harbingers of death; I grasp with each breath of air,
sending scorching ripples through a shaking fearful core.
Moonlight cloaks my sentient form, and heaven guards my plight.
Covers tossed, comfort shorn, I search for ribald tales
to return to me a bit of warmth and playful light.
A hoot, a yip, a chirping melody, which prevails
reminding me of the paths beyond the pale that invite,
for I am just a dreamer tossed, on night's dark coat-tails.